The Sound of a Black Hole
Snags writes "Astronomers have used the Chandra X-ray Observatory to observe the deepest, lowest-frequency sound waves ever observed. By my calculations, the 'B-Flat 57 octaves below middle-C' has a period of 9.8 million years. Despite arguments that explosions in space movies should be silent, it is legitimate to call these sound waves because at that frequency, particles of space dust can 'see' each other through gravity. These notes are 'over a million billion times deeper than the limits of human hearing', so to call it infra-sound would be a bit of an understatement."
Infrasound! Now that explains why many people have this irrational fear of black holes! :-)
I suffer from attention surplus disorder.
When I read "The Sound of a Black Hole"
the sound I heard in my mind was "oh shit there's a black hole!"
"The performance follows a legal case in which composer Mike Batt was forced to pay a six-figure sum to Cage's publishers, who accused him of plagiarising a silent piece of music." And we thought SCO was bad!
AKA "a giant sucking sound."
B-Flat 57 octaves below middle-C, and it's the sound of a black hole. My , they've discovered the brown note!
Umm, sorry for that...
My extreme audiophile friend now has to replace his whole system to capture the experience of these new sounds.
__ Someday, but not this morning, I'll finally learn to use the preview button.
In space no once can hear you hum...
.sdrawkcab si gis siht
Bass solo.
I wouldn't buy tickets to a music-playing blackhole concert. They suck.
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I'm on the team that did this. Ask any questions you like!
Would you like some toast?
-Talkie Toaster
Look, I don't want any toast, and he doesn't want any toast. In fact, no one around here wants any toast. Not now, not ever. No toast!
Or muffins! Or muffins! We don't like muffins around here! We want no muffins, no toast, no teacakes, no buns, baps, baguettes or bagels, no croissants, no crumpets, no pancakes, no potato cakes and no hot-cross buns and definitely no smegging flapjacks!
If you were in a black hole, you'd B Flat too!